Chapter 1689 Throat Drying

• Time flew by, and Ling Xiyu woke up, still clutching the crumpled letter in her hand. Tears streaked her face, and her throat felt parched. It was then that she remembered what she had experienced the day before.
• Whenever Jiang Yu was mentioned, Ling Xiyu, the screenwriter, felt suffocated, unable to breathe. Memories of the past flooded her mind, the days they spent studying together, so close yet so distant.
• Ling Xiyu buried her head in the soft blanket, trying to prevent herself from thinking about Jiang Yu. But these thoughts slipped through her fingers like sand, the more she commanded herself not to think, the more forcefully the memories came.